MY way

:) a muita falta de inspiração/paciência/disposição resulta em letras de música. Anyway, esta é perfeita:

You think you're special, you do
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me, and walk around on me

Just one more fight about YOUR leadership
And I will straight up, leave your shit
'Cause I've had enough of this, and now I'm pissed

This time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things MY way
It's MY WAY!
My way, or the highway

Just one more fight about a lot of things
And I will give up everything
To be on my own again, free again

Just one more fight and I'll be history
Yes, I will straigh up, leave your shit
And YOU'll be the one who's left, missing me

(...)

She seemed dressed in all of me
Streched acroos my shame
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me

I'd do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
Now I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do when she makes me sad

She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
The song that no one sings
The unattainable

She's the myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do when she makes me sad

But I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me

A catch in my throat, choke
Torn into pieces, I won't, no
I don't want to be this

But I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this buils up inside of me

She isn't real
I can't make her real

Re-Discover.

It hurts like a slap in the face. Worst is when you know you've been trying to deny it, to hide it, to forget it, to ignore it, and after all you always knew what to expect. You just chose not to see it. But since the beggining, you always knew it. The most frustrating is that you wanted so much to change the facts, that you ended up forgetting that this is real life. Reality.

Nós não somos criação de Deus, Nós é que criámos Deus.

Baile de Finalistas

Juro que adorava fazer um texto enorme a contar como tinha sido o meu baile de finalistas... mas não me lembro de grande coisa.

Como pudeste ser estúpida ao ponto de achares que eu seria estúpida a este ponto?!